Of Leaves and Souls

Another Easter has come and gone,
Another day to celebrate Your death and resurrection.
You were the ultimate Passover lamb!
Your blood was shed so that death would pass us by,
And we are new creations in You.

Isn’t it amazing that the spring season,
Celebrated by the world with baskets of bunny eggs,
Is the very season You brought new life to the world?
Even the seasons speak of Your glory.
Each new leaf speaks of souls won.

I just saw my son born.
He’s weak and small, but he’s so alive.
I imagine that’s how You see us.
You enjoy us, even in our weakness.
You celebrate every bold new step we take.
We’re Yours now, loved now,
And nothing could ever make us otherwise.

Thank you for our new lives, Jesus,
The ones You bought with blood.
Please teach us to grow.

White-lilac

“For the Spirit of God has made me, and the breath of the Almighty gives me life.”–Job 33:4

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Something Spiritual

Have I forgotten, then,
What has made me great?
A life’s genesis, once begun,
Pressed ever forward by fate.

Something, something spiritual,
A wind, a whisper, a fire,
Not by those things was I conquered,
But by a love, a heart filled with desire!

I have not forgotten,
Nor will I ever forget that face,
The eyes, the gaze, the lips speaking
Freedom, an invitation to the chase.

And fervently I follow,
My heart spinning with limitless zeal,
This life, no solemn march, but a run!
Wild, lovely, rapturous and tangible and real.

Reposted from “Unlocked Words,” January 11, 2015.

Words

I’m not worthy to be called Yours, and yet,
That is what You call me. You say, “My own,”
And the very words are true, because You said them.

What is bone and flesh, joint and ligament,
Even thought, unless Your life-breath makes it true?
I have tasted Your flesh and drunk Your blood. You are altogether good.

One word, one brush-stroke, one ink-blot–
Each is a finished work.

inkThe unfolding of your words gives light; it imparts understanding to the simple.“–Psalm 119:130

 

 

Drink

Drink of His Spirit,
And you will never thirst.
For nothing else compares.

“Then he took a cup, and when he had given thanks, he gave it to them, saying, ‘Drink from it, all of you.'”–Matthew 26:27